Three Minute Crawlspace Lyrics - Deeds Of Flesh

Trapped inside 

A dead nightmare 

Buried deep 

Suffocation 

Frantically, scratching for light 

The oxygen is getting thin 

Just a matter of time 

Before the air runs out 

You're doomed 

Try to fight, it's what I like 

Suffocation 

It's what I like 

Buried by 

A servant of the ancient one 

Soil seeps through the cracks 

Split kneecaps, nails bent back 

They're broken 

Just a matter of time 

Before the air runs out 

You're doomed 

Try to fight, it's what I like 

Trapped inside 

A dead nightmare 

Buried deep 

Suffocation 

Frantically, scratching for light 

The oxygen is getting thin 

The air is getting, getting thin 

Three minute crawlspace 

The air is getting, getting thin 

Three minute crawlspace